I was just in such a bad mood that I had to write. I didn't care what story I updated, so I guess it's this one! I guess I am just going to take out my bad mood on Foreman, because that's the type of author I am...
Daisies
I figured I would find Chase here, but he must have left already. I can see his footprints in the snow and there are a few forget me nots here. Must have been him. If you could only tell me what he said.
Yesterday, after Cuddy pulled him back after her hearing in front of the hospital board, he has looked like hell. I saw him look like this a few weeks ago during your funeral, and now that haunted look has come over him again. His face is all pale, his hair uncombed, his eyes dull with dark circles under them. I talked with Cuddy after he came out of the room, nearly sobbing. Cuddy was crying, too. She tucked the letter you gave her back in her purse. We all know about it. We just don't know what is in it.
House looks like hell, too. He has his same dark demeanor, but his sarcasm isn't as good as it once was and he stays quiet when the House we all knew before would say whatever was on the tip of his tongue. He still has his temper, but it's like the fire had died down or something. We don't ask him what is in his letter.
Chase told me a few weeks ago, right before this whole thing started with Mr. Deleyney, that he had taken you home with him one night after work and you two, well, I don't think I have to say it; you were there, huh? He told me this today, after the hospital board nearly suspended House right there and then because he showed up late. I'm not going to tell you how that went, I'm just going to let him tell you himself. That's none of my business what he wants you to know. Chase was sitting in his chair the entire time, head bowed. He said he was going to visit you after the hearing and I stayed behind with Cuddy and Wilson. We were going to get drinks and I went to invite Chase, but he had left right after the hearing. We decided to let him go by himself and I was to check up on him.
I'm not doing a very good job of checking on him, though, huh? Instead, I'm here talking to you. I can do this some other time, Cameron, okay? I know that Chase is taking this harder than I am because he loved you so much. You were my friend, but you meant something more to Chase.
Whenever I see a daisy, or even a picture of one, I think of you. Don't worry, every time I walk past your old office, too, I think of you. I won't forget about you. I can't come as often as I'd like; it seems like I'm in the same boat Cuddy and Wilson are in: keeping a close watch on Chase and House, to make sure they don't do anything stupid.
Talk to you later, Cam.
I wanted this to be a bit lighthearted almost, but still serious. Foreman always has an airy tune, I think, so this could be exactly what he would say. Or maybe not... Anyway, if you can't tell yet, I'm titling the chapters after the flowers each character speaking brings. Wilson had poppies in mind when he thought of Cameron, and House is going to bring the most poetic of all flowers, of course! Cuddy and Stacy might visit Cameron soon, too. I'm going to have a chapter or two coming up where they are not talking to a dead person in the snow and there is some action going on, but that's after I get all the mushy stuff taken care of. Thanks so much for reading and leave a review! Thanks again! (Sorry if I'm not spelling some of the names of the flowers right... let me know of any corrections you see! I can handle being wrong!)